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Chapter XXX.
THE MITRE PEAK.
“That day was a long litany
That ended with prophetic notes
Of melancholy majesty,
Breathed from a hundred ocean throats.”
Mrs Greendays and I were very late for breakfast next morning and found the table deserted, but Captain Greendays and Colonel Deane came in before we had finished, to make plans for the day.
“We are not going anywhere at all!” announced Mrs Greendays decisively. “I am aching from head to foot, and if Mary is not she ought to be, and I am not going to allow her to walk a step to-day.”
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